Though he had just finished his shift, Liao Jia hurried to the office at once. As it happened, he ran into several colleagues who were also rushing back.
"Hanzhang, do you know what happened?"
Liao Jia quietly asked Xun Zhen, who had arrived first.
As far as he knew, their lord had always maintained that work hours were for work and time off was for time off, showing great respect for the private time of the advisors under her command. Emergency summons—overtime, in other words—were rare. This time, though, she had made an unusual exception; the matter couldn't even wait until the next day.
That showed how urgent it was.
Xun Zhen had heard a little about it.
His expression was unusually grave.
Just then, Jiang Sheng hurried in as well.
His robe hem fluttered in the breeze as he strode in.
As soon as he arrived, he asked, "Hanzhang, what happened?"
Since they were asking the same question, Xun Zhen didn't need to answer twice. He turned slightly toward Jiang Sheng, who had taken a seat, and explained, "Shaomei, you don't often travel in the Northwest Continent, so you may not know about this. Xiandeng, do you remember Luxia Prefecture last year?"
It had been less than a year ago.
How could Jiang Sheng have forgotten?
Luxia Prefecture was his hometown, after all. A disaster had struck when refugees besieged the city, leaving the prefect and his entire family dead. Only Lu Ji and Lu Ji's nephew had survived—the last two members of the family. Even though Jiang Sheng had been on poor terms with the Prefect of Luxia and felt little attachment to his hometown, he couldn't forget how their home had been overrun. Had Shen Tang's reinforcements not arrived in time, a massacre would have been inevitable.